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letra de gang - ybk47

[verse]
i call up leeko he pull up with mops! (mops)
gone “catch a body” ain’t talking no thots (thots)
dat n—- be stuttering he talk like a tot! (tot)
i’ll “da baby” a n—- i’m talking “no capp” (no capp)
a young c.e.o but i’m better then suge (suge)
ain’t steal from my partners could call me a jugg (jugg)
don’t wanna get clapped homeboy move as you should
them boys see me shining i came out the mud (facts)
bullets in my pockets i’ll pop em milk duds
just cause you tote guns don’t mean you a thug (thug)
y’all n—-s keep mugging y’all ugly like pugs (pugs)
his homeboy got popped i think he need a hug (hug)
no love for them n—-s gone settle for slugs (slugs)
i call yo bih if my d— need a tug (tug)
she want it all wanna go to the club (club)
she know i don’t drink she wanna go the pub (pub)
then when we get get home we gone f— in the tub
she fell in love cuz she know i’m a thug (thug)
she fell in love cuz she know i’m the plug (plug)
we ride around she know them pistols tucked (no capp)
if cops pull us over she know i won’t duck
high speed chase tell them crack-s good luck (no capp)

[chorus]
sorry lil baby i don’t wanna f— (i don’t wanna f—)
not used to losing but today she gone suck (today she gone suck)
say that you with it lil n—- gone and buck (n—- gone and buck)
cuz’ when i send them rounds ain’t no way to duck (way to duck)

[verse]
hit you with lightning that mean that you struck!
got hit with the gas lil n—- you stuck!
my homeboy gone slide pick me up in the truck
make it look like “hit and run” like we was drunk! (skrt)
f— yellow tape b—- we ride round with duct!
if you wanna buy s— best be copping in bulk!
hurd boy a p—- he chicken he cluck
them k!llas with me and they don’t give a f—!
they break you down like them boys do construction
then roll you up like they smoking the skunky (skunky)
f— a jail cage i’m a ape i’m a monkey!
up late at night tryna get pockets chunky
vibrating phone must be call from the junkies
we on ya -ss like homeboy a donkey
i’m from the south keep me racks just like hooters (hooters)
let “my g” hold it protect from them looters
chains on my neck is so cold need a cooler (cooler)
you said i’m lame but yo’ b—- think i’m cooler (hahaha)
she on probation want smoke buy a hookah
she give me facetime ain’t talking computers
she waste no time at the end like some bloopers
she wanna make a lil movie no viewers
i’m finna skirt f— a scooter and uber
y’all n—– deep but not “nan one” a shooter
ain’t aiming at bodies i’ll hit ya medulla (top)
got a bih that hit l!cks like i thought that you knew her? (hahaha)
boy you tryna f— well lil bih is gone screw ya
she easy as e tell em f— it we ruthless!

- ybk47

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